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RISING WOLFTHE WHITE BLACKFOOT
HUGH MONROE'S STORY OF HISFIRST YEAR ON THE PLAINS
JAMES WILLARD SCHULTZ
WITH ILLUSTRATIONSBY FRANK E. SCHOONOVER
BOSTON AND NEW YORKHOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY THE SPRAGUE PUBLISHING COMPANY,
COPYRIGHT, I9I9, BY JAMES WILLARD SCHULTZ
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I. With the Hudson's Bay Company 3II. The Sun-Glass 29
III. Hunting with Red Crow 56IV. A Fight with the River People 79V. Buffalo Hunting 104
VI. Camping on Arrow River 129
VII. The Crows attack the Blackfeet 154VIII. In the Yellow River Country 179IX. The Coming of Cold Maker 205X. Making Peace with the Crows 230
I LEANED OUT AND FIRED STRAIGHT AT A BiG HeADFrontispiece
How Strange it seemed to me, a Boy, to sit inTHE Prow io
As THEY SWEPT PAST US THEY SHOT THEIR ArROWS 1 56
Hugh Monroe in his Old Age 252From a photograph
The drawings are by Frank E. Schoonover
ONE of the greatest pleasures of my long lifeon the plains was my intimate friendship
with Hugh Monroe, or Rising Wolf, whose tale ofhis first experiences upon the Saskatchewan-
Missouri River plains is set forth in Rising Wolf
just as I had it from him before the lodge firesof the long ago.
At first an engage of the Hudson's Bay Company,
then of the American Fur Company, and finallyfree trapper, Hugh Monroe saw more "new coun-try" and had more adventures than most of the
early men of the West. During the last years of hislong life he lived much with his grandson, WilliamJackson, ex-Custer scout, who was my partner, andwe loved to have him with us. Slender of figure, andnot tall, blue-eyed and once brown-haired, he must
have been in his time a man of fine appearance.
Honest he was and truthful. Kind of heart andbrave. A good Christian, too, and yet with no small
faith in the gods of his Blackfoot people. And hewas a man of tremendous vitaHty. Up to the verylast he went about with his loved flintlock gun,
trapping beavers and shooting an occasional deer.
He died in his ninety-eighth year, and we buried
him in the Two Medicine Valley, under the shadow
of the cliffs over which he had so many times helped
the Pi-kun-i stampede herds of buffalo to their
death, and in sight of that great, sky-piercing
height of red rock on the north side of the Two
Medicine Lake, which we named Rising Wolf
Mountain. It is a fitting monument to the man who
was the first of his race to see it, and the great
expanse it overlooks.
J. W. S.
The White Blackfoot
HUGH MONROE'S STORYOF HIS FIRST YEAR ON THE PLAINS
RISING WOLFTHE WHITE BLACKFOOT
CHAPTER IWITH THE Hudson's bay company
YOU ask me for the story of my life. Myfriend, it would fill many volumes, for I have
lived a long life of great adventure. But I
am glad! You shall have the story. Let us
set it forth in order. So ! I begin
I was born in Three Rivers Settlement,
Province of Quebec, July 9, 1798. My fatherwas Captain Hugh Monroe, of the EnglishArmy. My mother was Amelie de la Roche,daughter of a noble family of French emigres.
Her father owned a fine mansion in Montreal,and the large estate in Three Rivers, where
my father lived with her what time he wasnot with his regiment on some expedition.
Rising WolfMy childhood days were quiet enough. I
played with the children of our peasantry;
a Jesuit Father, resident with us, taught me
a smattering of reading and writing in both
French and English; and presently I got a
gun, a beautiful, light smoothbore carrying
thirty balls to the pound. From that* time
on it was always the gun with me. I ceased
playing with the peasant children, and spent
the most of my time hunting in the greatforest surrounding the settlement. In mytwelfth summer I killed my first deer. I shottwo black bears when I was thirteen, and oh,
how proud I was of that! An old pensionerof my mother's, a half-breed Montagnais In-dian, too old and feeble to do much himself,
taught me to trap the beaver, the otter, and
the land fur-bearers, the fox, fisher, marten,
and mink, and I caught many of them. Every
spring my Grandfather de la Roche sold thepelts for me in Montreal for a good price, one
winter catch, I remember, bringing me in
With the Hudson's Bay Companythirty pounds, which was a large sum for a
boy to earn in a few months' time.' After the beginning of 1812 I saw Httle of
my father, for then, you know, began the warbetween the English and the Americans, and
he was with his regiment here and there, and
took part in several battles. It was in the
autumn of that year that my grandfather sentfor us to move in to Montreal and live with
I did not like the town. I could neither
hunt nor trap. I had little to do with the
town boys; I did not understand their ways,
so different from my ways. Mornings I at-tended the parish school; afternoons I rowed
on the river, or visited in the warehouses of
the Hudson's Bay Company, with which mygrandfather had much to do. There I metvoyageurs and trappers from far placesmen
dressed all in buckskin clothes, with strangely
fashioned fur caps on their heads, and beaded
moccasins encasing their feet. Some were
Rising WolfFrench, and some English, the one race hav-
ing Httle to do with the other, but that madeno difference with me; I made friends withboth factions, and passed many, many pleas-
ant hours listening to their tales of wild ad-
venture, of fights with Indians, encounters
with fierce bears of the Far West, and of peril-
ous canoe trips on madly running rivers.
"That is the kind of life I want to lead," I
said to myself, and, young as I was, began
to importune my mother to allow me to en-gage with the great company. At first she
but laughed at me. But as winter and sum-
mer and winter went by, and I never ceased
my entreaties, not only to her, but to mygrandfather, and to my father when he visitedus, it became a matter not to be dismissed
with idle jests.
And at last I had my way. "He was bornfor the adventurous life, and nothing else,"
said my father, "so we may as well let himbegin now, and grow up to a responsible posi-
With the Hudson's Bay Companytion with the company. Who knows but hemay some day become its governor!"
It was my mother who objected to mygoing. Many a tear she shed over the littletraveling-kit she prepared for me, and mademe promise again and again that I would
return to her, for a visit at least, at the ex-
piration of my apprenticeship to the company.It was a fine kit that she got together for me,
changes of underclothes, many pairs of stock-
ings, several pairs of boots, an awl, and needles
and thread, a comb and brush, and a razor,strop, and brush and soap. *'You will need
the razor later on. Oh, just think! My boywill be a bearded man when he returns to me !
"Not if I can keep the razor. I despise
whiskers! Mustaches! They are unclean! Ishall keep my face smooth," I told her, andI have done so to this day.
When the time came for my going my fathergave me a brace of silver-mounted pistols in
holsters for the belt, and plenty of balls and
Rising Wolfextra flints for them. My grandfather gaveme twenty pounds, and a sun-glass. ** There
are times when flint and steel are useless, but
as long as the sun shines you can always make
fire with this," he told me. Little did we
think what an important part it was to play
in my first adventure upon the plains.At last the day for my departure came.
We had breakfast by candlelight and thenmy grandfather took us and my kit downto the wharf in his carriage. I went into the
office and signed articles of apprenticeship
to the Hudson's Bay Company for five years,
at twenty pounds per year, and found, myfather and mother signing as witnesses. Where-
upon the chief clerk gave me a letter to the
factor to whom I was to report without un-due delay, Factor James Hardesty, at Moun-
tain Fort, Saskatchewan River, foot of the
Rocky Mountains, the company's new fortbuilt for the purpose of trade with the Httle-
known tribes of the ' Blackfeet, said to be a8
With the Hudson's Bay Companyvery numerous people, and possessors of a
vast hunting-ground teeming with beaver and
other fur animals.
My mother almost fainted when she learnedhow very far away was my destination. Shewept over ' me, kissed me many times, andmade me promise again and again that I wouldreturn to her at the end of the five years. Andso we went from the office to the end of the
wharf, where were the five big keel boats of
the company, all loaded, and manned by thesturdy French and English voyageurs^ and Igot into one of them with my kit, smoothborein hand and pistols at my belt